Life is never simply black and white
Never that easy
See the horses, almost white
Running in sea foam
See her eyes
The overcast nights
It is almost raining
Pregnant skies hollow with indecisiveness
Debating whether to split themselves open
Or miscarry
It is pouring now
Flooding the streets
Life is not a ladder
It is more like the cliffs
It is coloured like the limbo
Between love and leaving
When you left too soon to love me
The haze when I’m off it
When you’re not around
Inside my head the waves are churning
The horses are running
This is a hurricane
You are not quite a disaster
But darling I wish you were.
